Saturday, December 16, 2006


What he could see was the past.
Through a dusty window pane.
All he could do was see.


Very long ago, if someone had a secret, he would climb up a moutain. Carve a hole in a tree and speak his secret to the tree. He covered the hole with mud. Like this, the secret would never be told, or revealed.



2008. Room Number 2008. Room Number 2008. Excuse me, I dont have the keys for this room.






我把情给了你，身体给了她..

-[[ yuxuan_ ]]- waiting fOr you @ 5:06 AM